Control
Try not to crash into anything, otherwise you will gouge your car very quickly.
Description
The engine roars to life, a raw and desperate sound in the suffocating silence. Your hands are slick on the wheel, your knuckles white. This is it. The only way out is through the graveyard of metal and flesh that was once a city. Abandoned cars are strewn like forgotten toys, their rusted husks creating a deadly obstacle course. Heaps of shattered concrete and torn metal clutter the avenues, forcing you to swerve onto the sidewalks, the tires crushing over broken glass and things you don't dare name. And then there are the others—the ones who didn't get away. They shamble through the wreckage, drawn by the engine's growl, their moans a hollow chorus beneath the city's ruins. You don't brake; you can't. You just grip the wheel tighter and push the pedal down, weaving and crashing through the chaos, praying the car holds together and that your reflexes are just a fraction faster than the reaching, rotting hands. Every intersection is a gamble, every side street a potential dead end. Survival is measured in inches and seconds, the exit road a fading promise at the edge of a dying world.
